This document summarizes parts of a longer story. It describes a man named Thomas who has an idea that he believes requires sacrifice. He manipulates a beautiful classmate to go along with his plan. They agree to meet to carry out the plan, filling Thomas with excitement and anticipation, though the document does not specify what exactly the plan entails.

1. “He sealed the utterance with that smile of his, as though it had been a door opening into a darkness
he had in his keeping.”
~ Heart of Darkness, by Joseph Conrad
PROLOGUE
1943, Columbia University, New York
It began as an idea, only an idea, but a beautiful one, dazzling and brilliant in its conception,
like a flash of lightning crossing the heavens and landing on earth. There was no feeling or attachment
to it, no perception other than seeing the moral rightness of a profound commitment, an unfettered faith
to it, something to which you could offer sacrifices…
She was quite beautiful, though, that girl in his history class, a photographer's delight. Her skin
had an exquisite dewy quality to it when the light shone across her body, as if she were made of al-
abaster and polished to a soft sheen. Her long black hair, trailing down to the small of her back, radi-
ated a kind of blue light, having an otherworldly, almost ghostly quality to it. Her dark blue eyes,
though, were her best feature, framed by thick, black lashes. She was a virtual love affair for the cam-
era.
Thomas happened upon her quite by accident outside that history class. He already knew her
schedule intimately, knew her quirky little habits when she sat outside the café in town, her lack of
friends, all of it. She accepted too easily the invitation to go with him – young girls are always flattered
by the prospects of romance. The jolting idea percolated throughout that first conversation, while her
full, dark lips expressed all the disappointments in her life closing in on her. Her thoughts were foolish,
silly narcissisms and he knew she could be easily manipulated with the right words.
For several weeks, they engaged in long talks where he had to endure her endless soliloquies
about her fruitless life, the recitations of her maudlin poetry, talking about a brutal darkness within her,
the many depressions and the unsuccessful attempts. He began to doubt that she even deserved the di-
vine spark she wanted to give up so easily. She was incapable of seeing the disillusionment was of her

2. own making. He had been advised by his friend that she would fail him, that those kissable lips wanted
to prattle in any willing ear, that she couldn’t help but disembosom every one of her secrets. However,
he pressed on, ignoring his friend's warnings.
She, of course, came upon the plan first. He only encouraged her to go through with it. A sacri-
fice would provide the proof he needed for his thesis, his manifesto. He never had an appetite for the
threat of death, but in her case it was possible, with her affectations and woeful exaggerations that
bored everyone into a coma. Then came the histrionics because he stopped coming to her, stopped feed-
ing her insatiable need and he knew it was time.
He insisted on procuring the means, saying he wanted to do it with her. She wanted to cut into
her body, and he couldn't have that. She would ruin everything. That alabaster skin had to be perfect for
the light, for him to see it escape as she expelled her final breath. He was the witness, the worshiper of
the idea, recording all of it with his camera. She finally agreed. The day was set, and he could feel the
savage moment descend into their midst, the exhilaration of anticipating the moment, like trails of light
all around him, falling from the sky, he finally had a sacrifice for his idea.
He ran from class to class, his trembling hands unable to write a single note or sit through a lec-
ture. He couldn't sleep, knowing that they were standing on the edge of a new but dark continent, the
thrill of discovering what lay within it lighting up his brain. He was like those intrepid explorers setting
sail for the new world, and finding feral creatures in the form of humans inhabiting the place, innocent
of civilization and, yet, barbarous killers not having the moral compass of Christendom, or regard for
any life.